I spent most of last week and some of this week recaning this chair of my mom's.
I've had it for, okay! Six years. Sorry, Mom.
I learned to cane chairs from The Caner's Handbook, by Bruce Miller and Jim Widess, back in 2003.
I caned a bunch of chairs for my mom and other people, and I guess I burned out on caning.
It's a lot of hand work. There really aren't any magic shortcuts. Your hands are damp for hours, and sometimes the cane end gives you a good stab under the fingernail.
On the positive side, it's a peaceful, meditative process. It gives me plenty of time to think in a way the internet doesn't. I especially like the way each layer of cane going each different direction supports the other layers.
When I learned to cane, I had an idea of doing it as a part-time business. But after doing it enough, I've learned I'd rather cane for love than money.
I'll never be a master caner, but I can weave a seat you can sit on.